The line that gives way over time
to oxygen and new molecules, bumbling about
That softens delineation with a hand that jumps
That leaves smudgeframed, then unframed a thing you asked to live inside a rectangle
(“hey, won’t you please live inside this awesome rectangle?”)
Until that frame is zap-gone and that thing is just out there, unframed
fighting its own good fight against lots of seconds, occasional humidity, and a light breeze
that same light breeze
it’s always that same dang
light breeze.